: You've never been in a fight but you will be tonight If you're hip to the groove you will see You know the end is nigh, you've got to hang 'em high
chopped of their heads while backflipping down ramps... Now back to your hole, there's no time to pause... cast off your katanas, smoke bombs and claws
: Sitting in the house, watching High Spirits Steve Guttenberg preparing to rock Sitting on the bus, listening to the Terminator soundtrack Tahnee Cain
: Back to the castle... returning you might say... there's a vat of brains and it's brain mashing day, the lord of the manor has been up to no good...
: A sailor's map in an occult store, In a place where no shop ever stood before Making plain that near the old town square Abandoned ruins still standing
: Wake one day, get out of bed Drop your Choc Dip as you look outside There's a glowing pyramid on the edge of town Its presence there comes as a surprise
: Drinking and dancing and female nudity Dancing round the bonfire as they weave their witchery Disembrained bodies coming back from the dead Disembowelled
: An unlucky dip in the bargain bin A ghostly tape with daemons within Written on the label was an ancient hand Told of distant times and of worrisome
: Napoleon Blownapart, 1610 - Martin Luther, they did it again World War Two, 1945 - tourists from the future, they did not survive Panzers at Hastings
: Mankind laughed and nature wept Through alarm bells we have slept We brought this upon ourselves Pollution made the icecaps melt We plundered forests
: The city is stunned, a madman is loose He's brandishing a mallet for malleting heads Victims are mounting in alleys and lanes Where are the police
: I killed Bob Morton 'cause he made a mistake Dick Jones! Dick Jones! Now it's time to erase that mistake Dick Jones! Dick Jones! Y'see, I've got this
: Thrashing around, banging your head Wrecking your room, there's sick on the bed So stick on destruction, crack open a beer Your deafened-up neighbours
road With a neutron bomb as my load Watch me go I am a hell trucker, bodies on the road Skulls beneath you will see As my claw is upon this bomb The
: Back from the grave, down to the pub They always, always come back They crave for a brew to wash down your brains An eight percent grey matter sludge
: We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub With tankards and pints in the air Straight edgers worst fears, we're addicted to beers Though whiskey
: Trapped in a mirror, freed by a bomb To rule over Earth with sadistic aplomb Moon villainess rules by his side A brute force of evil serves in mute
: In a steel beast that lives underground A despot, a madman, they plot The eye of the Technodrome, the all-seeing eye Prepares for the coming attack
